Okay this was a write and win contest over at Massacre Magazine. Now yes I could, or should have sent in this flash story based on the picture below. There is something compelling to just post it here and hear what those who read it think of it. To me it is not so much about winning. I just like to write. Does one feel like partaking in the contest, feel free to get in touch with your dark side and write.
So hope you enjoy this short story. And yes I believe it is supposed to be something dark and horror like.
I let you be the judge of that.
Through the eyes of a crow
Let me show you what the world is like when a body is missing and a soul lives on in a shadow. Through my eyes one can see a world different from your own A future never to be seen again except by me. Their final moments forever held within a loop of time. I am nothing more than an unlikely black angel sitting on your shoulder. Hated by many, I do bring death. Let me enlighten you giving a peek in the lands of shadows and set you free.
Watch her swinging back and forth, her body now devoured, her soul captured in her last shadow, that was cast on the ground by the sun. Forever imprisoned in time. But she is happy, you can still hear her laugh. Left to nothing more than an image moving. We know what happened. Still can smell the fragrance of that day and her hair dancing in the wind created by her swings. Her blood once colouring the ground red. Flesh, juicy and tender shredded and delightfully eaten. All alone that one summer day. Destiny was calling. Her time was up. And here I am on your shoulder with an eye in my beak.
Yes dearest this is your true heaven. One can say it is hell. Always hot with the suns shining, keeping shadows and souls happy. It is the last thing one will witness before becoming a shadow. And for those who choose to come here themselves are doomed to become like me. An angel of death. With nothing more than the memories of those shadows, who got visited by a murder. Memories engraved in blood, the taste of eyes, and smell of flesh till you meet another to devour.
“Any questions, dearest?”
“No! You sure?”
“Cry all you want, It will make the other eye taste even better”
“No need to remember any of this, little one. Just be happy and swing to your hearts content”
“Caw, caw” A murder is coming.
©Ranting Crow 2013
That was the short, but enough to give an idea to a reader, story. Yes you read it did you not.
please leave a comment if you have one, I am learning by what you write and comment.